an infant's darkroom.I sit in the corner,an infant's darkroom.7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am not the action, the story, or the plot.
I am the bystander,
By all the commotion, emotion, the ocean
I am small and unquestioned,
But I hold all the answers.
Captured in my camera lens is the story you've woven.
Only, it's told in my view.
You saw racket, clutter, mess.
I didn't miss that.
I am not blind.
But, I saw what you didn't.
I saw shadows undulate in steady movement.
[Maybe it was my own--
...me in the corner.]
Or, maybe I saw the beauty in the shadows that you were building.
I am a visionary.
I am a thinker. An artist. A creator.
My eyes see more that sight permits.
Images illuminate and take to new form.
Though I am small, and admittedly weak,
this fragile being holds a power unknown to you.
Unknown to most anyone.
But, you wouldn't miss it if you looked.
That's the key.
You have to look to see,
and instead you choose blindness.
I appear fearful;
Maybe I hold fright.